Draining

There was only one real event today.

After years of deep phobia and psychological aversion, today I had to have my blood taken. I knew it would happen eventually, and I've been having counselling sessions accordingly, but I only found out yesterday that The Day was today. Or rather, tomorrow. If you follow.

It was all very traumatic, but I did it. I won. And in fact, it went better than I thought it would - I expected to be uploading a much more shocking image for today, but as you can see it's more... sanitised. With a hint of orange warmth. As was my experience. For I, I survived being punctured, drained and tapped, and nothing can take that from me now.